“Oliver.” 
A voice echoed as I felt the rushing air around me come to a halt; eyes still shut. It was a familiar fleeting voice that reminds me of a simpler time. It reminded me of a time of innocence and pure bliss. It was as if I was home. 
“Wake up!” 
I must have been in a trance for a long time I could not recognize who this person was. It felt like I knew this person for a long time, but it also felt like it was something from the deepest rives of my mind. It felt as if it was something from my dream. From an unconscious side of me that I never once dared to reveal.  
“Things might not make sense at the moment, but things will be alright.”  
I felt a sharp pain in my head as I felt my consciousness kicking in. I slowly opened my eyes then witnessed sun rays blaring my sight. I knew the voice came from someone I hold deeply. I knew the voice came from the one I never thought I’d lose. 
I tried to make of the voice in my head. But all I could hear was a lively environment with various weird little noises. Do I hear the manifestations of the guilt in my head? Do I hear the gravity of the pain I have felt? Do I hear… chickens? 
I felt a mattress of haybale underneath me as I rose. I immediately saw flocks of chickens around me. Wooden fenceposts guarded the small farm. The smell of bird dung wafted in the air as I averted my gaze.  
What? Where the fuck am I? 
Beyond the small farm I found myself in were quaint Tudor houses that laid themselves throughout the stone roads and pavements. People walked around dressed in peculiar garbs, one I have only witnessed in movies or plays; clothes only belonging centuries ago. The collective chatters around lingered in my ears. 
There were no cars or automotive vehicles on sight; only carriages. The distinct sound of the horses’ heels clicking against the ground resonated.  
Confused, I slowly stood up. I was still wearing my jeans and hoodie which were now ripped apart and were barely recognizable. I protected my eyes from the sun light then took a good look at the small home adjoining the chicken farm. It was a small Tudor home with not much of a relatively extraordinary exterior. Although, a home like this in the usual cities I lived in would be fish out of water.  
Where am I, then? 
I walked towards the house to helpfully get some questions answered. I was about to take another step, but I was suddenly tripped by a grass knot and fell in a wooden water trough. The sound of water splashing echoed across the farm. The few chickens splashed by water made startled noises.  
Fuck. 
I tried standing up whilst struggling furiously. I found myself drenched in livestock water. I frowned at the realization then tried to squeeze off water from my worn-out clothes. 
Immediately, the back door opened, and my mouth gaped wide open as I saw who it was. His ginger locks were all over the place as he sized me up with glaring eyes. Surprise filled me as I gazed at him with jaw dropped.  
Is this for real? 
“Oy. Who are you and what in the bloody hell are you doing here in our farm?” He interrogated as he paced towards me aggressively.  
“A-andre?” I asked then fluttered my eyes in disbelief.  
“Andre? What on earth are you blabbering about?” He crossed his arm then squinted his eyes in a menacing glare. 
“What are you doing here? Are you a thief?” He advanced towards me then grabbed my torn-up collar. “No, wait. I just woke up here for some reason.” I stammered in response, barely comprehending my situation.  
I was larger and more muscular than him. I could easily tackle him down, but I didn’t. I was too confused to even react. 
The lad who stood right in front of me was Andre, no doubt. If his mere appearance wasn’t answer enough, the familiarity of his voice was a dead giveaway. He definitely looks and sounds identical to him.  
But it seems that wasn’t the case as I witness his eyes stirred in confusion. From the looks of it, it is as if he had never met me his whole life. It was as if I was a complete stranger to him. 
Who was this fucking person right in front of me, then? 
Slowly, he loosened my collar then took a step back. “That pathetic excuse of yours doesn’t even make sense.” He eyed me suspiciously. “Look, I’m telling you right now that I’m not a thief.” I said.  
“Then why did you happen to wake up here of all places?” 
“If I had an answer to that question, I would have given it you already but guess what? I don’t.” I answered then wiggled my drenched jeans.  
“Where am I?” I asked, looking around. He arched an eyebrow. “We are in Lenox. A small town on the outskirts of Olympia kingdom.” He answered then looked at me as if I was an absurd joke. “What the fuck? How did I even get here?” I took a good look at the infrastructures, and they weren’t familiar at all.  
“And why is this place weird as hell?” I added but he didn’t give an answer. I glanced around the streets and didn’t find any streetlights nor any machinery around. There wasn’t a single indication of modern tools which was adding more to the realization that I might have straight up travelled in time for some reason unbeknownst to me. 
I immediately shook my thought off considering the total absurdity of it. 
“Uh, do you have a phone or something. I need to make a call.” 
“A what?” 
“A cellphone.” 
“Huh? What even is this… cellphone?” He asked, genuine confusion evident in his eyes. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I chuckled sarcastically.  
“No, I’m not. Boy do you speak so strangely… and look like so for that matter. What even are you wearing right now?” He sized me up judgingly. 
“Strange? Look who’s talking. You’re dressed like an old crunk from an old fairytale book.” 
“Crunk? What is this word you speak of?” 
“Unbelievable.” I scoffed. This has to be some fucking joke. Or maybe one of those weird asses dreams I have the past few nights.  
“I could say the same for you.” He said defensively. 
Suddenly, my stomach grumbled. It must have been because of hunger. I didn’t even notice. 
I averted my gaze back to my friend – or so I at least thought – the moment I hear him heave a sigh. He slowly walked towards the back door then opened. It brought out an irksome creaking sound as the door moved. 
“Look, if you need to change your wet clothing or receive sustenance, just come in.” He kindly offered, doubt and uncertainty clear in his facial expression. He then entered the home, leaving the door open. 
With a defeated sigh, I followed after him. I don’t know what’s happening right now but for now, I know I have to get changed first so I can focus on whatever issue is at hand.  
I have many questions in my mind at the moment. Who the fuck is this guy and why does he look and sound like Andre? Even though he seemed to be completely clueless as to who I am.  
Where am I? Or a better question yet, when in the fucking world am I? 
I slowly pushed shoved my thoughts in the back of mind. I’ll just have to worry about these later. But for what it’s worth, seeing my friend alive and well again enlightened me a bit.